Quotes About Murder

The bodies of two murdered women have been found this week. For the record, I didn't kill either of them.

I told her you were probably here'. 'Thanks,' Tony said. 'Did I mention she thinks her brother's murder is my fault?

kill. He's a man obsessed and he's determined to

injuries were consistent with murder rather than accident.

I waited for the moment when he would resume his task of blood. The position was a strange one: he had already tried to kill me and failed, to prove that he was white; and now he was going to murder me to show that he was black.

But as for us, as for our group commonly known in the World as "Hip Hop," this gospel acknowledges and celebrates the Love that has saved OUR people from self-destruction. It is time to repent and grow up! Rapping about crime and murder may sound good amongst those who have never committed such acts, but for those of us who are REAL IN THE FIELD, we send this message to our young people—YOU DON'T REALLY WANT IT!

It's not like that. You don't understand." Jaid and Shepherd stepped toward the man in tandem. Taking out her cuffs, she said, "What I understand is that you're under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder.

I don't know; Killers are sort of romantic. Imagine your dying with his hands around his throat. He'd strangle the life out of you, and the last thing you would see would be his face."

Six of the stab wounds were in the neck and the other twelve in the stomach. One dug as far down in the belly as the abdominal cavity; another reached the liver. The enormous jugular vein in the neck was completely severed and the body was covered with bruises, on her neck, arms, wrists, and around her thighs.

I think not. I prefer my victims to know who killed them." "So they can dream of your lovely face for all their eternal slumber," said Hazael. "It's a blessing to die at the hand of someone beautiful,

She never would, either, unless she earned it, and she knew too well how humans earned wishes. Chiefly: hunting, graverobbing, and murder.

He asesinado más estrellas de las que cualquier persona verá jamás.

The real 1960s began on the afternoon of November 22, 1963. It came to seem that Kennedy's murder opened some malign trap door in American culture, and the wild bats flapped out.

And I don't see how Sebastian can be all that fond of Jace, either. He was horribly jealous of him all his life. He thought Jace was Valentine's favorite," added Clary. "Not to mention," Magnus noted, "that Jace killed him. That would put anyone off.

For the first time Valentine glanced down at the body of Brother Jeremiah. "I did kill him, and the rest of the Silent Brothers as well. I had to. They had something I needed." "What? A sense of decency?

It's like a cotillion, this partners business, except with killing." "So, exactly like a cotillion," said Simon.

I don't care what you think. You're not my brother," Clary said. "You're a murderer." "I really don't see how those things cancel each other out," said Sebastian

Vampires bore a grudge longer than any technically living creatures, and whenever they were in a bad temper, they expressed themselves through murder.

The Romans feared their dead. In fact, Roman funeral customs derived from a need to propitiate the sensibilities of the departed. The very word funus may be translated as dead body, funeral ceremony, or murder. There was a genuine concern that, if not treated appropriately, the spirits of the dead, or manes, would return to wreak revenge

Hanging had been introduced by the Anglo-Saxons during the fifth century as a punishment for murder, theft and treason.

Kate Webster had ensured her place in the murderers' hall of fame by attacking her mistress with the axe, hacking the corpse to pieces, and boiling down the remains in the copper, removing the bones. Most grisly of all was the fate of the fat. Webster had scooped the fat from the copper and sold it around the neighbourhood as dripping. One street urchin even claimed Webster had offered him a bowl

If I was to kill everybody who didn't love me and never would, wouldn't be nobody left on the planet?

Thieves are not so bad, and killing wears all possible costumes. There is no death, no murder that is better than any other. If you can kill me, the manner hardly bears consideration. You want to kill your own father, and you think it will make your sleep easier for the next seventy years if you can say you did it honorably. But your honor is blackened by patricide, and no amount of high-sounding formalities will make it white again.

That's how it goes—as soon as there's anything interesting in Ancient Greece, some arsehole with a magic hat comes along to murder it.